Down The Open Road
Carried my suitcase, across the highwaynobody stopped. I don't blame them
In my pocket, a cigarette and couponsI thought my future woulda been differentI'm headed down.
Got to Cheyenne, met an honest maneyes like honeycomb, down the streets we roamedhe said, "You can't stay here, it's best to keep moving.This town is haunted, this place is jaded. It's going down."
Woke up in a seat belt. Headed for the next townKeep foolin myself, shame can't cross state linesthe truth about me, I don't wanna know,what the truth about me is, I wouldn't like what I was hearing,but don't let it get me down.